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Baze has never really needed help relaxing. His whole life, his problem has actually been being less relaxed. He's always been too laid back for his own good; he's always had a problem getting things done. Once upon a time, though, Nate Bazile was supposed to go all the way to the top. In High School, he'd been kind of a star on the basketball team and, yes, he'd knocked Cate up but he was making good on that now, isn't he? He's trying really hard. And it hadn't affected him in school, had it? In school, he was awesome.
And now, he's thirty-something years old, not always the best dad in the world but trying really really hard (even if he hasn't really met the boyfriend yet and kind of doesn't want to - that can't go well, can it?). He's a million miles from Portland and, some days, it feels like everything's different except for two very important things.
One: Baze loves Lux more than breathing.
Two: Baze is still awesome at basketball.
It's still pretty early, especially when you're used to runnning on bartender's houses, but he feels good, awake, and the ball feels natural in his hand. He dribbles idly the length of the court, loose limbed, chilled. When he was a kid, he used to be surrounded by cheers, but he thinks that maybe, this is just as good.
He lines up for his shot.
He shoots. The ball follows a familiar curve.
Yeah. Some days, it feels just as good.
ooc: Find Nate at the basketball court. Perfect time to meet him - he could do with an opponent. New tags welcome until Tuesday.
And now, he's thirty-something years old, not always the best dad in the world but trying really really hard (even if he hasn't really met the boyfriend yet and kind of doesn't want to - that can't go well, can it?). He's a million miles from Portland and, some days, it feels like everything's different except for two very important things.
One: Baze loves Lux more than breathing.
Two: Baze is still awesome at basketball.
It's still pretty early, especially when you're used to runnning on bartender's houses, but he feels good, awake, and the ball feels natural in his hand. He dribbles idly the length of the court, loose limbed, chilled. When he was a kid, he used to be surrounded by cheers, but he thinks that maybe, this is just as good.
He lines up for his shot.
He shoots. The ball follows a familiar curve.
Yeah. Some days, it feels just as good.
ooc: Find Nate at the basketball court. Perfect time to meet him - he could do with an opponent. New tags welcome until Tuesday.